Page 44 of Forged By Heart and Claws
“You’re loud,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride. “Do you want them to hear you?”
I shuddered. “Yes,” I gasped, then bit my lip. “No. Maybe. I don’t care.”
I tried to choke back my moans. I didn’twantan audience, but everyone probably knew what we were doing. “You’re still wearing your pants.”
“Not for long,” he repeated.
The catch in his voice sent a shockwave through me. He stepped back half a pace and reached for his belt. The buckle gave with a lowclink, and his pants slid over his hips. Leaning forward, I tugged them farther down, scraping my nails over the hard lines of his thighs.
He was magnificent–every inch of him. All muscle and power. Allmine.
With a low growl, he pulled me flush against him, hips grinding against my inner thighs and the thick ridge of him rubbing against me, hard and hot.
“Easy, my sweet bride.” His fingers worked me open again. His thumb circled, stroked, and flicked. The friction continued to build until I could barely think. Then the head of his dick nudged against my folds.
I clutched his shoulders and gasped as his hips bucked.Harder.
He laughed roughly. “Patience, my love.”
“Never.”
My head dropped back against the wall as he pushed deeper, stretching me until I was full.
Then he moved.
Slowly at first, going deep and at a steady pace. He pressed me against the wall, and the crate beneath me groaned in protest. Every time I clenched around him, he let out a ragged breath and murmured my name.
Everything we felt for each other exploded through our bond, and his body tensed each time I drew close to my own release.
His mouth found my throat, and his teeth and tongue grazed the mark he’d made, then lowered until his lips traveled even lower, closing around my nipple. He sucked and bit repeatedly until pleasure and pain blended together.
It was all too much, yet not enough.
He snarled and slammed me harder against the wall. The crate shook under me, and the whole room trembled with every brutal thrust. His wings flared behind him, shuddering with each movement.
One arm wrapped around my back, bending me into a perfect arch, while the other slid up my throat, his thumb pinning my jaw. His eyes locked with mine. “Look,” he rasped. “You’re all I see. All I want.”
He devoured me like we were the last two alive. Like I was his salvation and his ruin. Like he could never get close enough, deep enough, hard enough to satisfy the ache. And I felt the same for him.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into the muscles of his back. I met every thrust with a desperate need. Our pleasure started blending together until I wasn’t sure what was his and what was mine. The bond between us crackled.
He drove into me with his jaw clenched and his fangs bared. “You’re mine,” he growled.
“Youaremine.” I could barely form the words. My entire body was tightening, the heat in my belly nearly too much. “Always.”
His hand slipped between us, his thumb stroking my clit. My body shattered as an orgasm crashed through me. I bit back a scream, and he slammed in deep. His whole body quivered as his ecstasy mixed with mine.
My vision whited, then blurred back. The euphoria between us strengthened as we both fell farther than ever before. His head dropped to mine, both of us breathing hard, our bodieslocked together. I felt every pulse inside me, every shudder that passed from him into me.
I cupped his jaw, brushing sweat from his cheekbone. He shivered once, chest rising slower now, and gathered me in so tight I could barely breathe.
He pressed his mouth to my forehead in a tender kiss, and he lingered.
I clung to him, knowing the peace wouldn’t last. Soon, we’d have to get dressed, go back, and return to the gathering room with all its tension and decisions that still had to be made. The weight of this brokenness pressed in on us.
But for now, we had this.
He pulled back enough to look at me. A soft smile spread over his lips, softening the sharp lines of his face. "I love you, Briar. More than I thought possible." He cupped my face in his hands, his touch reverent. "No matter what happens, remember that. Even if I had known you were Aureline before we were wed, I still would have chosen you."
